Chapter 361: The Start of the Hunt

"What!? What manner of insanity is this!?"

"Someone stop him!"

Madness. That was the only explanation the champions and heroes could muster as they watched the red blur tearing through the hunting grounds. The only hint of humanity in the frenzied figure was the glint of his eyes, catching the sun like fleeting sparks—eyes that became the last thing his victims saw before being crushed into pulp or cleaved in two.

Most top champions, like Achilles, didn't bother participating in events like these. Hunting the wild cerberus held no glory for them; they had done it countless times before. The gods themselves often barred such champions from participating to give younger, lesser-known heroes a chance to prove themselves.

So why now?

Why was a creature—a beast—allowed to rampage unchecked during this event?